|Intrepid walker, dressed for heat...|
It rained as we walked back, and stopped as we arrived at the transplant house.
l was covered in sunscreen today. The temperature easily reached the mid-90's today, and I guess the humidity was nearly there as well. It was brutally warm outside -- midsummer weather. Marian was exceeding happy and I was wilting. We sat and rocked on the veranda for nearly an hour, while I tried to identify the make and model of each car passing the house. It's not an easy task anymore, and I am amazed at how many vehicles passed by before a duplicate make and model crossed our path. What a bewildering variety of cars, trucks, vans, minivans, crossovers, etc.! Not the most exciting way to pass an hour, but the breeze was nice and the company even better.
The sun did not seem to cause any problems with my rash, so I assume the sunscreen worked well. We have noted no change for the worse in my condition. I was fatigued after the walk in all that heat, but felt pretty good after rocking in the shade until lunchtime.
|Cascade Creek, not Day Dream River|
The experience is a bit frightening, as I don't remember drifting off to sleep so completely and so quickly. I read in the literature that this kind of thing happens to BMT patients all the time and that afternoon naps are not only common, but recommended. However, the books don't talk about accidentally hitting the off switch or a pause button somewhere. Spooky.
So, I wrote a poem about being caught in a Nap Storm. You will find it on Out of My Mind, my poetry blog.
Our friends took us out to dinner again tonight and we had a great meal and a wonderful time talking about going home. We thank them for their kindness. We also thank you for your communications with us, sending bits and pieces of home in your messages, cards, letters, and calls. Your prayers and good thoughts are powerful medicine and a source of hope.
God bless and good night,